Book, Chapter

1    1,  12|  medicine." (While Ascyltos was telling me of his bad luck, who
2    1,  15|       and I candidly confessed, telling her of the coldness with
3    2,  56| Fortunata whispered in his ear, telling him, I suppose, that such
4    2,  80|       and only stopped short of telling me what I'd had for dinner
5    3,  87|     that very instant, as I was telling my troubles to the winds,
6    3, 101|      under the bed immediately, telling him to stick his hands and
7    5, 132|       my pallet to take a rest, telling him much other gossip but
8    5, 144|       As rumor but grows in the telling and strives to embellish.~